In the Belly of the Beast

You are both alone in his cell. You 've slipped out a knife (eight-to
ten-inch blade, double-edged). You're holding it beside your leg so he
can't see it. The enemy is smiling and chattering away about something.
He thinks you 're his fool; he trusts you. You see the spot. It's a
target between the second and third button on his shirt. As you calmly
talk and smile, you move your left foot to the side to step across his
right-side body length. A light pivot toward him with your right
shoulder and the...